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Humans make mistakes. They do it all the time. That's why forgiveness exists. Otherwise we'd all be holding grudges. You couldn't understand why Light didn't see that. Where was the forgiveness when it came to him? Did he just not know how to empathize, to sympathize, with anyone? Once upon a time, you'd been free enough in your own life to at least feel like you could make your decisions and not worry too much about them. That was before Light came along and turned you into some sort of ballerina, tiptoeing around eggshells on a daily basis. At first things were fine. Isn't that always the case? He treated you kindly, acted like a genuine boyfriend, if a little bit distant at times. Back then, when things were still starting out, you'd felt no intensity from him when you chose to go out to the arcade with your friends, or to spend some extra time in clubs after class. Light had his own commitments, and so did you. Not everything could cross over, could it? Then he started taking

Your fingers throbbed as you stepped out into the cool, night air. An eerie silence replaced the normal hustle and bustle of the Red Light district you grew so accustomed to, but it was a silence you welcomed. More often than not, the dead of night sparked your productivity, and with no customers around, you finally could finish the long list of baked goods you needed to complete. But, this time, with the arrival of spring, the work never seemed to end. Customers from far and wide increased exponentially. More houses pushed fresh, new girls for relatively decent prices. This week, the recently appointed tayus would parade through the streets, garnering awe from those who witnessed them. And that meant...far more work than you could keep track of. Even with assistants both in the evenings and the mornings, you frequently were forced to inform customers of long waits as your most popular items were ripped from the shelves. Sweat rolled from your face, soaking into your mask and hair

Izaya observed his face as it was reflected in the glinting, purely glimmering metal. What he saw gazing back at him was a visage that many called 'beautiful'. He was well known for his charcoal hair and stormy brown eyes, a slender physique and a smirk to go with it. He felt it barely compared though. It hardly held any weight when pitted against what was sitting on the opposite side of this chess board from him. “Haha...I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you before you finally get it.” With a deft twirl, he finally pointed the weapon in your direction. You weren't looking your best. Hours of crying and writhing around in these rough ropes had left you ragged. Your eyes were rimmed with red, lips still quivering from pent-up sobs that hadn't been released yet. You choked out a couple when he aimed for you, shutting those same eyes tight, and lowering your head. Hair already tousled by your frantic struggles, you obscured your own vision with it anyway. “...Now

Prompto spun the cylinder of his revolver round and round lazily. Round...round and round...round and round and round.... Monotony. Boring. Fucking boring. But at least it stopped him from scratching incessantly at that barcode under his wristband. And at least it kept him from putting a bullet through the brains of any one of his companions. That was the thing. Back on the road he'd been able to take his quivering rage out on the local wildlife, monsters that by all means deserved to die for terrorizing the local settlements. He could shoot away as much as he wanted, even at the humanoid Magitek Soldiers that frequently dropped in to say hello on the roads, and he'd be valued as a hero by all. Ever since you'd all come to Altissia though, his trigger finger had been itching relentlessly. He'd started to realize through all these nights of waiting for Lunafreya, wasting time in fancy restaurants, mingling among the local festivities, drinking copious amounts of alcohol in the

The Beginning and start of my new life Kurokiba RyoxAbused!Reader ~Normal POV~ In Denmark, Ryo is a young kid in working in a pub as he works as the head chef as he’s giving orders to his cooks of what needs to be done with each order. They all listen as it’s the strong that survive and the weak is kicked out. Ryo went out of the kitchen as he has his red flaming bandana on to go check on the customers and to see of whose next if there’s an empty table available. Ryo walks into the dining area as everyone is happily eating as they are smiling and laughing as Ryo smirks at this as he heads towards the doors. Ryo opens the doors in slamming them, the outside is cover in snow as he looks at his customers and he said, “You all better listen up as when a table becomes available then it’ll be the next person’s turn as any funny business then you’re out of here and never come back!! Do you all hear me?!” The customers cheers in agreeing of Ryo said as Ryo turns around to head on back in, but

Requested by @ChelSebastian ~♡~•~✿~•~♡~ You could feel it, ripping through your heart as your feet pounded against the hardwood floor of the Sohma estate. He’s hurting, more than he ever has before. The bonds that had so firmly connected the Zodiacs to Akito were tearing, breaking apart without mercy for the victim of countless farewells. “Akito!” you called, bursting into his room to see him leaning against the frame of his wide open door, looking out across the courtyard. Then you flinched, clutching at your aching heart. Ah...so this is what it feels like to say farewell. Your chest hurt as if you had been pierced. The pain was as almost unbearable as it was achingly lonely. And he was suffering through this feeling before you, tenfold. Tears flooding your vision, you lifted your head to glance at Akito, whose gray eyes had turned towards you. “So even you’ve been released from my side,” his voice was calm, as if he had expected this turn of events. Without waiting

What did he want in this life? What did he want to take from this world that was presented before him? Fame? Riches? Women? No...maybe once upon a time he would have only cared about such simplistic things. Yet now he knew there was something far better for him out there. Something he lusted for, no, something he was simply greedy for. When the homunculus saw what he wanted, he would reach out to take it. He would never let it go. And that something...well...it was you. You, in all your beautiful, almost untouchable glory. Your plush and precious skin, your soft locks of shiny hair, your eyes that glimmered with all the colors he adored. How fair was it that someone like you could come along, and then he would be expected to simply...ignore it? People would have argued in their sanity that he had no right to do this. He would have argued in his insanity that he ought to. After all...if Greed didn't act, then that would be it. You'd slip from his grip and vanish forever...never to